Home is not just the place where you happen to be born. It is the place where you become yourself. ~Pico Iyer.
Is one’s homeland the country where s/he was born or the country where s/he was raised? Does it matter? That was the question my colleague posed to her class. To me they are one in the same since I was born and raised in the United States.
If I think back to my grandparents who were immigrants I would have to say in some/many ways they may have longed for their “homeland” the country of their births – Poland and Italy.
My grandmom Ferrante probably was the clearest on what her feelings were on homeland. She came from Italy and met my grandfather when she was just 15. They married when she was 17 ½ , had nine children, and built successful businesses – an ice business, then coal, and finally an oil delivery company. My grandfather often returned to Italy to “show off” his good fortune or fruits of his hard labor to his family and friends “back home”. He wanted to retire and go back and live in Italy permanently. Grandmom, however, had a much different idea. She told him, “You made your money here. You will spend your money here.” She was not going back and leaving her nine children and ever growing gaggle of grandchildren. She was home.
What do you think? What is your homeland?